


In Chains

by SkiaWolf



Series: Sorey and Mikleo's Kinky Adventures [3]
Category: Tales of Zestiria
Genre: Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, BDSM, Blindfolds, Blow Jobs, Bondage, Collars, Consensual Kink, Consensual Sex, Dom/sub, Hair-pulling, M/M, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Porn With Plot, Possessive Sex, Rough Kissing, Rough Sex, S&M, Shameless Smut, Smut, Still more plot than season 2 so it's getting the tag, Tainted AU, Tainted Mikleo, Tainted Sorey, Well Meebo's getting there, Well a smidge
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2017-04-05
Updated: 2017-04-05
Packaged: 2018-10-15 04:52:01
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,698
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10550372
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SkiaWolf/pseuds/SkiaWolf
Summary: Not even the world falling into darkness could separate them from each other.





	

**Author's Note:**

> Whelp, some people were practically begging for more kinkiness, so I went for what is possibly my favourite AU in the entire universe. I tried, I tried.
> 
> As I put in the tags, this is consensual, despite how I've read in comments on other work that some smut written for this AU isn't. Whilst there isn't as much reassurance and gentleness in my previous smut for obvious reasons, Mikleo is still 100% up for everything, as there's no way I'm writing non-con.
> 
> Enjoy, my fellow sinners.

Even those who are expected to be pure of heart can fall into darkness.

Mikleo witnessed that for himself as he watched the overwhelming amount of malevolence slowly increase inside Sorey. In a world where malevolence weighed down like a thick fog, it really was no wonder that it would take control. The deaths of others around them could only add to this control; by then, it had started to affect Mikleo, too.

The fall of the Shepherd was something which he should have helped to prevent, but he failed, and was now at the crossroads between what was right and what he wanted.

“Why did you come here, Mikleo?”

Under a dim light, Sorey turned slowly, locking eyes with the seraph who had once been called his 'One and Only'. The darkened version of the brightness he used to wear only radiated his change of person, making the situation seem more fitting.

Sorey's eyes narrowed at the lack of response. “Well?”

Mikleo swallowed, because he barely knew himself. He just needed to see Sorey again, no matter what he was like now. The longing in him had increased up until the point where his loneliness caused physical pain. It was selfish to betray the ones who still believed in him just because of this longing.

But they weren't Sorey. He loved them, but they just couldn't match what he still felt despite all which had happened.

“Malevolence,” Sorey suddenly said. He took a few steps forward, looking down at Mikleo. He placed a hand on Mikleo's chin, raising his face up to look into the eyes which had lost the old shine of curiosity, instead replaced by a gleam of something which Sorey had never seen there before. “It's been taking you over, too.”

“Is it really a surprise, in a world like this?”

Sorey's grip tightened for a moment before he let go, capes flowing behind him as he turned back around. Those words brought back too many memories, ones which he had discarded.

“Leave, Mikleo,” he ordered lowly. “You know what can happen to you if you give in to malevolence.”

“I have control over myself.” Mikleo turned his head slightly, thinking over Sorey's words. “Are… Are you worr-”

“Of course I am, idiot,” Sorey snapped, moving his head to the side. His eyes looked down, voice quiet. “It doesn't matter what happens to me. There's some things which just never change. What I feel for you is one of those things.”

As guilty as it made him feel to be so, he felt happiness over those words.

“Same here with me,” he answered. “I… I don't want to be away from you. Not now, not ever. I'd throw away my remaining purity for that.”

Sorey met his gaze again. It was hard to read that dead-panned expression, as much as Mikleo tried. “Are you sure about that?”

“You know I am. Didn't I say that I'd follow you no matter what happens? That includes this.”

“You could be making the biggest mistake of your life by joining me again.”

Mikleo only smiled. “It doesn't matter to me any more. Not when the world is already ending.”

“You really have been tainted. Not as much as me, but still...” He walked back over, hands reaching to Mikleo's head to twirl a silvery strand in his fingers. He seemed amused. “What happened to me not being able to touch your hair?”

“I forgot about that.”

“Nah, you wouldn't forget something like that, not after how many years you snapped at me for it.” His fingers trailed lightly across Mikleo's jawline, hovering over his lips. “You just missed any kind of contact from me.”

Mikleo swallowed, unable to deny it, though it's not as though he wanted to. He stood still as Sorey's thumb settled on his lips.

“And I've missed it, too.”

Sorey's hand moved after those words, placing itself on the back of Mikleo's head to bring it closer so their lips met. It immediately caused a fire to erupt in them, reliving the burning passion that both had yearned for. Sorey reacted with a low growl, his had tightening his grip on Mikleo's hair, scalp stinging. Sorey's tongue invaded Mikleo's mouth the instant he gasped from the pain, taking the opportunity to taste the sweetness he could have never forgotten about, but still needed a reminder of.

Mikle's arms wrapped themselves around Sorey's neck, but he couldn't do so tightly. The rough, controlling kiss he was pulled into made his body feel as though it was losing function, his legs weak. He thought his knees might have actually buckled under his weight if there wasn't a strong arm wrapped around his waist, bringing their bodies closer together. And when Sorey grinded against him, Mikleo was definitely certain that he would have fallen without the tight hold on him, keeping him from moving away.

His mind was spinning by the time Sorey parted away. He smirked as Mikleo gasped for breath, hands moving down to grip onto Sorey's shoulders.

“You're not usually _this_ weak at my touch,” he commented, grabbing onto Mikleo's wrists and pulling him away from his shoulders, grip firm as he lowered his head back down so their faces were mere inches away from each other. “Is this really how much you've been needing this from me?”

Mikleo swallowed, feeling powerless under Sorey's persistent gaze, bearing into him with intensity.

“Come on, don't be shy, it's just me.” His voice somehow managed to sound soft but dominating at the same time. He moved Mikleo's wrists together, easily able to keep them in one hand due to their skinniness. Mikleo's breathing hitched when Sorey finally broke their gaze to pull down the zip on Mikleo's clothing, turning his head around and bite at Mikleo's neck, sucking at the flesh underneath. The hand he now had free trailed further down Mikleo's body, causing a gasp when it slapped and grabbed at his backside, pulling his body closer again. “What do you want, Mikleo?”

“You,” Mikleo finally responded with a hint of breathlessness, turning his head slightly to give Sorey better access to his neck. “You know I want you, Sorey.”

“You'll have to elaborate.” Sorey teasingly stroked two fingers up and down Mikleo's trousers, tightening his hold on Mikleo's wrists as he pulled away from his neck, looking back into Mikleo's eyes. “Help me out a little.”

“You know how much that embarrasses me, you jerk,” Mikleo muttered, letting out a small hiss when Sorey's nails dug into his skin through his trousers.

“Don't use that kind of tone with me, _princess.”_ His voice was low and mocking, sending a chill down Mikleo's spine, though there was a hint of amusement from Mikleo's words. “Are you forgetting who's in charge, here?”

Mikleo's eyes grew a little fiercer from Sorey's words. “Of course not, though you know as well as I do that you'd be nothing without me.”

Sorey chuckled. “You're wrong. _We're_ nothing without _each other._ ” His thumb trailed over the skin on Mikleo's wrists. “You never answered me, and you know how impatient I get when you don't do that.”

Mikleo's eyes drifted away, face flushing. “I want you to control me, Sorey. I don't want you to hold back. I _need_ you.”

“That's more like it,” Sorey responded softly. But what Mikleo didn't expect was Sorey to suddenly release him, causing him to stumble slightly in surprise, still not regaining all of the strength in his legs.

“Sorey?”

“What, you think I'm just going to give you what you want right there and then?” Sorey laughed, walking over to a bed behind him, sitting on the edge. He threw his cloak on the floor, resting his hands either side of him and leaning back comfortably, kicking off his boots. “You know me better than that. Put on a little show for me, first.”

Mikleo's eyes widened. “But-”

“Mikleo,” Sorey sighed, foot tapping on the floor impatiently. “It's only fair.”

“Fine,” Mikleo answered, eyes looking to the side as he unzipped his coat, shrugging it off his shoulders to make it fall to the floor.

“Stop looking away,” Sorey ordered, causing Mikleo's head to turn immediately. Sorey grinned at the quick response. “You wouldn't think you typically don't like being told what to do.”

“I _don't_ like being told what to do, unless it involves me being naked.”

Sorey laughed at that; the sound reminding Mikleo of all of the times Sorey had laughed in the past. It caused pain to stab at his heart, but also made him grow in confidence. He grabbed the bottom of the black top clinging to his chest, revealing his exaggerated waistline as he pulled it over his head, meeting Sorey's gaze with a wink as he slid the shirt down his arms.

Once the shirt had also been discarded, Sorey spoke out again. “Turn around for this.”

Mikleo nodded, nerves hitting him for only a moment as he turned with his back to Sorey. His hips swayed gently as he pulled down his trousers, certain he heard a deep inhale once he was exposed.

“I knew it. I could feel it through your trousers. No underwear, Mikleo… You really knew what we were going to end up doing, didn't you?”

“Of course I did,” Mikleo answered, turning back around with a grace that Sorey had always admired, a straight face despite the pink which tinted it. “It's been so long, after all.”

“That's what I like to hear.” Sorey then beckoned with his finger for Mikleo to come closer. “Come here. Unlike you, _I_ won't accept being kept waiting.” Mikleo walked over in an instant, Sorey pulling the glove off his right hand with his teeth as he did so, eyes remaining fixed on Mikleo's. “Knees,” he then ordered simply, removing his other glove as his smirk returned.

He leant down from the bed, grabbing one of Mikleo's wrists to cause him to raise himself up a little higher. Sorey hummed in thought as he rubbed his thumb over it slowly. “I think we'll keep these free for the time being. Let's see how long you last without touching yourself.” He pulled Mikleo's wrist back further to bring him closer, having to grip on the side of the bed with his free hand to keep himself upright. He shuddered at hot breath by his ear, the voice low and menacing. “And _don't_ think that's a challenge. You're only allowed to do what _I_ say. Understand?”

Mikleo nodded. “Perfectly.”

“Good boy.” Sorey backed away, unbuckling the belt around his hips as Mkleo let go of the bed to put his hands in front of him. Their fixed gaze on each other didn't break as Sorey unzipped his trousers, before in one swift motion Mikleo barely had a chance to prepare himself for, grabbed Mikleo by his hair and yanked it forward, thrusting himself into Mikleo's mouth. He gagged slightly from the force, his hand slipping forward along the floor, but he remained positioned on his hands and knees regardless, head leaning back.

“ _Fuck_ ,” Sorey groaned, the sound causing Mikleo to shudder. His eyes squeezed shut, skilfully moving his head in time with the thrusts into his mouth, hands on the floor clenching into fists. He had to pull away for just a moment to let out a small whimper at the tightened grasp of his hair, stinging the scalp pleasurably, but he barely even had time to breathe before he was pulled back.

Sorey's left hand was also now on Mikleo, fingernails digging into the skin on his shoulder, causing small grooves into the skin. Unaffected, Mikleo kept up his rhythm, eager to please, but he knew that Sorey was planning something when his upper body leaned forward more.

The hand on his shoulder trailed down slowly, fingers brushing against pale skin; the touch was simple, yet it felt electrifying. The hand turned, trapping Mikleo's nipple in between two fingers and squeezing without warning. His head flew up before he could stop himself, gasping and inhaling sharply.

“So-Sorey,” he moaned when Sorey twisted slightly. “I can't-”

“Can't what? Carry on what you were doing when I'm doing this?” His head was pulled back by his hair, forcing their eyes to meet. “You can, and you will. I didn't tell you to stop.”

Unable to nod his head from it being held in place, he stuttered out a “Y-Yes.” His head fell when his hair was finally released, the hand which had held onto it reaching for his other nipple. He didn't protest when he returned to his place, licking up Sorey's length before he took it once again into his mouth. Only his rhythm wasn't quite as perfect as before, not with jolts of pleasure radiating through his chest, legs squirming slightly in an attempt to at least _slightly_ touch himself with his thighs.

The bastard was doing this on purpose. Only it was starting to spike Mikleo's curiosity.

Heart beating slightly faster, he lifted one hand off the carpet and brought it closer to himself. There was an immediate reaction of Sorey moving his hands away from Mikleo's chest to instead grab his upper arms, bringing him up higher on his knees.

“What did I say?” he demanded lowly. “Are you doing this on purpose?” With no reply but a slight smirk in return to provoke him, Sorey's eyes narrowed, one hand reaching for the front of Mikleo's throat, applying pressure to the middle. “You really are cocky, aren't you? If you can't control yourself, then I've got to take any control away, haven't I?”

Mikleo wasn't surprised in the slightest to see him reach inside his pocket, one hand still on Mikleo's throat. It was obvious that Sorey had been waiting for this all along. He dangled a collar chained to two cuffs in front of Mikleo's face.

“Wrists.” He ordered. “ _Now.”_

Mikleo took no time to oblige, unflinching at Sorey's tight grip on his slender arms as his hands were pulled through the cuffs and fastened into place. For a moment, a small feeling of warmth went through him when, even whilst being this tainted, Sorey did what he had always done whenever he bound Mikleo; he pushed two fingers underneath to ensure that they didn't cut off his blood circulation. It was normal, something which _anyone_ would be expected to do, but Mikleo had come here with the thought that Sorey's care had all been lost. It was something as small as this which told him otherwise.

“So slender,” Sorey commented as his fingers trailed along Mikleo's throat, causing him to swallow. “I love how tiny you are. It makes me feel like you're utterly helpless against me, which you know you are.” He pulled the collar around Mikleo's neck, pushing strands of hair out of the way to buckle it at the back. He kissed the side of his neck as he once again slipped two fingers under its leather, his mouth then rougher as he bit down, smirking at Mikleo's body jolting. “Now you truly look like you belong to me,” he said, pulling back to admire the helplessness of Mikleo. “Completely owned.”

His thumb then trailed over Mikleo's lips, who responded by moving his head forward to suck on it. Sorey was taken aback for just a moment, but was quick to grin.

“That's right, you need to continue. I'll be generous enough to make it easier for you.”

He slid off the bed, Mikleo watching him curiously before he was picked up with ease, his head resting against Sorey's shoulder, biting down onto his lip when rough hands grabbed at his backside. He was thrown down onto the bed, barely having time to lift himself up before Sorey sat in front of him, hand grabbing back onto his hair to pull him over. He was quick to settle in place, lying on his stomach with his tied arms resting on Sorey's legs, before Sorey forced him down back where he belonged.

It was slightly more difficult to keep up with the bucking of Sorey's hips with the lack of control in his hands, but he was still eager to please. He took it all, desperately picking up his pace as though time was short and this would be the last ever time he would be doing this – judging by how the nails against his scalp and skin of his shoulder dug deeper, he knew that this sense of urgency to please was not being ignored.

“You're so perfect.” Sorey's voice was a little quieter than previously, but the voice was still perfectly able to be picked up. The praise strangely filled Mikleo with warmth, though he was curious when the hand on his shoulder released itself slowly. He opened one eye, then seeing that Sorey's hand was now stroking himself, his teeth biting down onto his lip before long as he gave himself release. He backed away slightly, coming into Mikleo's mouth, though some dripped down his face. A hand cupped the cheek, thumb stroking across his mouth. “Swallow.”

He did so immediately, opening both eyes to lock with Sorey's, his breaths heightened. For a moment, Sorey was smiling softly, but the gentle attitude left as quickly as it came. He grabbed Mikleo by the shoulders and pushed him down onto the bed, teeth immediately grazing across his collarbone as his body leaned slightly to the side, hand reaching out to him.

“If you thought that meant that I'm done with you,” he started, “then you're highly mistaken.”

With no chance to react to what Sorey had in his hands, the world around him vanished as black covered his eyes; a blindfold was fastened into place, Sorey placing a contradicting soft kiss to his cheek.

Despite how much Mikleo knew Sorey was desperate to continue, his movements were painfully slow. Hands brushed down his delicate waistline, a tongue gliding over his nipple, causing his back to arch with a bite on his lip. Sorey was then trailing kisses down to his hips, hands trailing around to his lower back. The fingers teased frustratingly at the top of his crack, Sorey moving his kisses to place a light one on Mikleo's tip.

“S-Sorey, don't tea-”

He yelped as Sorey's right hand suddenly slapped, his body jolting slightly from shock, a thrill building up in Mikleo's chest.

“Don't you _dare_ order me around,” Sorey growled. Even with sight being stolen from him, Mikleo could easily sense the pair of eyes locking on his face. The intense gaze seemed to restrain his words despite how it couldn't even be seen – the tension was enough for that. Mikleo let out a small whimper at another slap which was followed by his nails digging in, Mikleo's hands clenching into fists. “ _I_ decide what happens to you. You belong to me, understood?”

Mikleo nodded, unable to voice the words which had lodged in his throat.

“In fact,” Sorey murmured, the grip on Mikleo loosening. He straightened up for a moment, eyes taking a moment to appreciate Mikleo sprawled underneath him. A tongue licked his lips, a smirk growing. “Call me Master, Mikleo. I need you to know just how much I own you.”

The words sent a chill down Mikleo's spine. He was used to Sorey being in control, but _this_ was another thing entirely. He felt guilty that he was enjoying the whole session to this extent, considering what it had been caused by.

But then he remembered just how much he had been tainted, too, and the guilt vanished.

“Yes, Master,” he then replied.

“That's it.” Mikleo could tell from simply Sorey's voice that he was grinning. “You really can't oppose _anything_ I ask for, can you?” Mikleo grew noticeably embarrassed at that, causing Sorey's expression to grow fonder. To dampen them, his fingers forced their way inside Mikleo's mouth, who was quick to oblige, sucking on them with just as much determination as previously. Sorey leant back down once his fingers were coated in saliva, close enough to Mikleo's cock for him to shudder at the breath, fingers trailing at the entrance. “Beg for me then, Mikleo, if you're really that desperate.”

“Please, Master, touch me.”

“As you wish.”

Mikleo cried out at the feel of a finger immediately pushing inside of him and Sorey's mouth placing itself around the tip, tongue lapping as his finger built up a rhythm. It didn't take long for a second finger to join the first, causing Mikleo to throw his head back with a whined moan. Ecstasy shot through him, hips bucking involuntary. Sorey pushed Mikleo's hips to force him back down, fingers speeding up as his other hand now moved to Mikleo's erection, pumping it as his mouth picked up its rhythm. Mikleo's moans and whimpers were becoming louder, _desperate_ as he felt as though his body was beginning to reach its climax.

Then the pleasure in his body suddenly stopped, Sorey raising up. Mikleo could sense the smirk that was growing on his face.

“W-Why did you-”

“I'm not having you coming yet,” Sorey stated, a finger trailing across a prominent hip bone. “Sorry sweetheart, but I don't work that way.”

“ _P-_ _P_ _lease_ Sorey, I-”

“Hey.”

Mikleo swallowed before he spoke again. “Please Master, I need more.”

“Don't you _dare_ cum yet, then,” Sorey said, his movement towards Mikleo's entrance making it far too tempting for Mikleo to buck his hips, but he held himself back. The hand on his hip tightened for a moment, threatening. “Hold back until I say you can stop doing so. Okay?”

Mikleo nodded, a mixture of feeling like he could scream from frustration, but also wiling to do anything to feel Sorey inside him again. His body was squirming by now, trembling a little in his anticipation, a sheen line of sweat over his forehead.

Perhaps it was the desperation for more that caused Mikleo to let out a scream when Sorey finally pushed himself inside, Mikleo's back arching at the sudden mixture of pain and pleasure. His already heavy breathing turned into gasps for air down his collared throat. The pace was already building up quickly, causing Mikleo to bite down roughly onto his lip to muffle another scream, teeth almost causing himself to bleed, yet he still wanted more than this – he _needed_ more than this. He wanted to be reminded that Sorey was still here with him, physically feel that he hadn't lost him after all.

“P-Please...” he whimpered out, causing Sorey to raise an eyebrow.

“Please what?”

“Go- Ah, go faster. _Please_ Master, I need… I-I need...”

His voice seemed to lose itself, body so overwhelmed by ecstasy that his words lodged in his throat.

Sorey's voice was a little deeper the second time he spoke. “You do realise how irresistible you are when I have you all to myself, begging for me?” The hands on his hips tightened even further, his breathing hitching. It felt so unbelievably good to be reminded what this kind of pain felt like. “It's beautiful.”

Sorey's thrusts were more relentless after those words; rough, desperate, as though this was the last time they'd ever be together. Feeling too powerless to even raise his head, Mikleo let if fall to the side, breathless moans and whimpers becoming higher the more Sorey hit his prostate. One of the hands were released from his hip as Sorey leaned forward, hand grasping around the chain connecting his neck and wrists to bring him up into a kiss.

There was no way he could try and fight the tongue which explored his mouth, the teeth which nibbled at his lips, but it's not as though he wanted to anyway.

He let out a small, involuntary whine when Sorey parted away; the kiss was one thing which was keeping him at least a little grounded. Sorey smirked at that, placing a kiss on the side of Mikleo's neck.

“You really do sound so feeble,” he said, the voice softer than it had been throughout most of this. “It's adorable.”

He moved his mouth's attention to Mikleo's chest after that, sucking on his nipple as the right hand which had been tugging on Mikleo's collar trailed itself down to his erection, pumping it slowly at first. Mikleo let out a pitiful moan, hands chained together clenching into even tighter fists; the hold was so strong that Mikleo genuinely thought he might have drawn blood.

“I-I can't last much longer,” he gasped out, voice shaking. He bit down onto his lip, trying to control his body for all that it was worth, but it was near impossible.

Sorey's head raised from his chest. “You haven't finished yet, have you?”

“No, but I- I need to. _Please_ Master...”

“Then cum,” Sorey said, the previously rough mouth on his chest becoming softer with a couple of planted kisses, contradictory to the slight increase in the speed of his thrusts and faster movement of his hand.

Mikleo came in a rush as he finally let himself reach his climax, loudly gasping as he came into Sorey's hand. Sorey didn't slow down until he came himself again with a groan, his movements then becoming steady, finally pulling out of Mikleo. A small grin on his face formed at the substance dripping down Mikleo's thighs, which were trembling a little.

Mikleo's body was now resting back on its side, his mouth inhaling and exhaling deep breaths. Sorey pulled him over gently to start unfastening the buckles on his wrists, planting a kiss onto the burning skin. Following the kiss, he then removed the collar and blindfold. Mikleo's eyes were still closed once it had been removed. He felt Sorey lean off the bed, then he felt him wiping the cum away from his thighs. One of Mikleo's eyes fluttered open when he felt a peck on his cheek.

“You did so well,” Sorey murmured hands rubbing at his shoulders, smiling at the appreciative noise that Mikleo let out. “I didn't expect you to be able to last that long.”

“I missed you,” Mikleo responded, curling up a little as both of his eyes closed again, relaxing at Sorey's massage. “Of course I wanted to please you.”

“You did more than just that.” Mikleo was a little disappointed when Sorey's touch was gone, but before he found the energy to reopen his eyes, he felt material drape over him. He pulled at it, recognising its texture, but still smiling softly when he opened his eyes and saw the sleeve of Sorey's shirt.

Sorey had laid down next to him after that, wrapping his arms around Mikleo's chest and pulling him close, head burying into the back of his neck.

“Mikleo?” he murmured. Mikleo was taken aback for a moment. He hadn't expected the voice to sound so lost.

“Yes?”

“You're not leaving here now, right?” Mikleo was brought to him a little closer, arms warm and protective.

“Why would I?”

There was silence as Sorey thought over those words. “I… I'm just worried about losing you again. That's all. After all, look at what I've become.”

“I'd follow you to Hell if I had to, Sorey. I'm staying here.”

Sorey planted a kiss on the back of Mikleo's neck, smiling as strands of the hair he adored tickled his face.

“Good.” His voice trembled slightly as he spoke again. “I don't regret what's happened to me, not after the world brought me to the edge. But the one regret I _do_ have was leaving you behind. I… I can't live without you.” His head leant on Mikleo's shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Mikleo grasped onto Sorey's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Always, no matter what happens.”

Silence fell after that, no more words needing to be said. A couple of minutes later, Sorey noticed the change in Mikleo's breathing, having already fallen asleep from how worn out his body was.

Sorey wished that they could remain like this for however long the world would last, casting themselves away from the devastation which had led them here.

**Author's Note:**

> *Is a mixture of excited and flustered over uploading this*
> 
> MmmMMM THIS AU IS MY KINK THOUGH, GOD BLESS IT (or maybe not God, it's a wee bit too impure for that)
> 
> Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!


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